؟ :unoreverse:
send ؟ for my muse to drunkenly confess something they think about your muse! / @presleysfm
Vera’s lips tighten into some semblance of a sad smile, eyes flitting to the corners of the room in an effort to gather her thoughts. Phrase them in a way that warrants neither pity nor spite. But with all the alcohol in her system, it’s inevitable for her to fall down one side or the other. “I suppose I've always had an inkling that she never liked me...” god, it already sounds miserable. She downs the rest of her beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist before continuing.
“I don’t blame her, I swear it’s... I know I could be a bit much, sometimes.” The gnawing feeling at the pit of her stomach grows worse by the second. Maybe she should have eaten a bit more of the stale Jimmy’s all the excited sophomores served outside. “But I can tell she’s trying, like... there’s a visible effort on her part... not to straight-up gut me, I mean. There’s a good level of tolerance there. Decent. And I’m trying to latch onto it, but it’s like... I never say the right words, you know? Keep on fucking it up for some god awful reason.”
Floorboards creak beneath her feet when she shifts awkwardly in her seat. “She’s really cool, though. A whiz with computers. You should play one of her games if she ever decides to put them out there.”
